Louise Gluck

(22 April 1943 / New York / United States)

Happiness - Poem by Louise Gluck

A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth--
At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her body
fills with his breath.

I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.


Comments about Happiness by Louise Gluck

  • Rookie - 45 Points Colleen Courtney (5/14/2014 9:17:00 PM)

    Lovely and beautiful. Nicely written poem! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 140 Points Ruby Honeytip (9/15/2012 7:55:00 PM)

    I love this poem so very much.....I come back often and carry a little of it around with me. Sigh: -) Thank you L G. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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